Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-05-29

screamed Eulalie, rushing up to the net
aud brandishing her racket fercely at
Johnny.
Eyes, it ISL should that youth. "What
is the matter with ynu?''
well, lisa shame, anyhow declared
Eulalie, vehemently. Papa, dear, did it
hurt your"
mo, it didn't hurt"
"Are you sure?" she asked in a tremu-
lous voice.
"Oh, yes; it's all right"
"Johnny's a beaSt.' muttered Eulalie,
walking back to her position.
"FOrty-15," said George.
Albert and Johnny won that game, but
they lost the next And so it went on till
the games stood five all, and father was
pretty nearly used up. He played net
most of the time, for Eulalie found that
with him in the rear court the boys could
win by hitting over her head. And now
the set was becoming very exciting. All
the boys and mother had come down to
see the Hnish, and father was full of deter
mination to show what a player he was.
1t seemed, however, as if the fates were
against him. He got in two good blows,
but both sent the ball out, and the game
stood 3O-love in favor of the boys. John
ne was serving, and he sent a hard one to
Eulalie. She returned it and Albert pop
ped it up in the air.
Run for it, papa dear; send it down
hardr' cried Eulalie.
Father did run for it.; but unfortunately
for him that ball had no intention OF COM
ing over the net. 1t rose slowly and de-
scended slowly. Father rushed forward
with his eyes on the spinning sphere, and
launched a tremendous blow at it. But
alas the net was between him and the
ball, and he ran into the cords. The next
thing that every one saw was a picturesque
mingling Of father and the net, the former
standing on his head and the latter
twining around his struggling limbs.
Johnny fell to the ground in a wild con-
vulsion of laughter. Eulaiie dropped her
racket, and with a somewhat pale coun-
tenance ran forward to help her unlucky
sire. She succeeded in getting him olsen
tangled in few moments, and he rose In
d%jsmayed, though somewhat damaged.
Papa, tell me you are not killed, y
pleaded Eulalie.
I'm not hurt a bit" said father, but
this tennis is a pretty lively game, isn't
it,"
"Well, l should"
"JOhuny" screamed Eulalie, you're a
little brute, and l just despise yOu-so
there"
"Forty-love," said George,
Now, father, y said Eulalie, you play
back and let me take the net, and I'll
teach those boys a lesson
Father Obediently retired to the rear of
the court. Eulalie received the service,
returned it and ran up 10 the net. And
then such a game as she played never was
seen before. Her eyes flashed fire, her
white teeth were set, her cheeks were two
burning spots of red, her cap was of and
her hair streaming in the wind, and she
flew about like a little blonde fury.
Such Renshaw smaShes and such savage
drivei as she made had never been seen
on the grounds before, Johnny ind AL
bert, in the sporting language of the day,
were ratified, - and they couldn't find the
ball at all.
"Forty-ifteen" cried George, as Eula-
lie sent the ball whizzing between the
two boys.
"Forty-thirty.
Deuce"
Vantage OUT
Came
"Ha, ha, ha, ha"' laughed Eulalie hys-
terically, with tears in her eyes, as she
bounded across tine court and threw both
arms around fathers neck; 1--WE ~wallOped
them well, didn't We, papa, darling?'